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February 25, 2007

Marvealle Kino Kiiraia

~..::Name::..~ Marvealle Kino Kiiraia ~..::Nickame::..~ Marv ~..::Age::..~ 16 ~..: Date of Birth::..~ March 2 ~..::Zodiac Sign::..~ Pisces ~..::Chinese Zodiac::..~ Year of the Ram ~..::Gender::..~ Female ~..::Sexual Orientation::..~ Bisexual ~..::Height::..~ 5 feet 5 inches (1.524 meters 12.7 centimeters) ~..::Weight::..~ 128 pounds (58.059 823 36 kilograms) ~..::Hair Color::..~ Blood Red ~..::Skin Tone::..~ Pale pink ~..::Eye Color::..~ (right) firey orange and yellow (left) off white, blind ~..::Race::..~ .:Volduz:. Human View: The Volduz, to uneducated humans, are just extreme humans. The markings humans see as strange tatoos placed to make a statement. The same thing with the crazed hair colors. They also see the Volduz losing emotions as they grow into early adult hood as just a mental problem. As for the Volduz that grow into an adult, they become more violent and sadistic, brutally slaughtering masses of humans, for no particular reason. People see these ones as their own kind with severe mental problems that can't be fixed. In fact these humans don't even know what a Volduz is. But the more educated humans have a closer idea of what a Volduz really is. With the conclusion that these humanoids are the thing to end the human race forever, scientists and militaries from all have come together to lock up the Volduz, and even experiment on the less dangerous ones. The Truth: Volduz are complex creatures that have the form of a human in order to stay low profile while growing. Born with strange markings that increase in numbers as they grow older, and strange colored hair, most Volduz grow thinking they are normal humans. But truly the Volduz are creatures that have been contrived by the Great Power of the planet the humans have settled on, and then melding them into unborn human fetuses before another soul has a chance to take the body. Most Volduz hold no resemblance to their human parents because the genetics of the baby are changed when the Volduz is introduced into the fetus. Volduz were created to drive the humans off the planet, but because humans are too stubborn, and had nowhere else to live, the Volduz were forced to grow violent personalities. Making them kill any human that comes within a ten meter range of them. For the first years of their lives Volduz live like normal human childeren would, carefree and happy. But as the Volduz grows into adolescence their emotions begin to disperse, and their eyes grow darker with nothingness. Despite this outer appearance Volduz do feel emotions to some extent. Most have no emotion during slaughter while as some get pleasure out of it, or others do it because of excessive hatred. By the time the Volduz reaches early adulthood, most have already learned what they really are but keep it on a downlow for their own safety. A dead give away of a Volduz is a person with strange markings, crazy, yet natural, hair color, and the fact that they can't keep normal food in their systems. Most of them eat as pecial pill created by themeselves. But though the Volduz are meant to murder, their blood is special. Compatable with any blood, it can be used to save lives, but only at the Volduz will. Volduz are immune to all types of cancer and STDs as well. Most of the deadly diseases that still plague the human race, Volduz are immune to. .:Kitsune:. (Spirit Fox) Kitsune were once thought to be nothing more than foxes of Asian myth. It was soon discovered that they truly exist. Related to the fox, their DNA structure is very loose, which allows them to change their form from a fox, to a human, to even a puddle of water. Normally keeping the form of small foxes with multiple tails, sometimes they choose someone as their partner. Serving as that person’s familiar. As a human, they can easily hide their ears and tail, making them look like just some random stranger on the street. .:Half Breed:. Marvealle is the first Volduz half-breed. Accidentally fusing her DNA with her Kitsune familiar, she became the first known half-breed. She is unable to change her form as easily as true Kitsune can, but she can change her appearance. She can’t hide her Kitsune tails, at least not all of them, nor can she hide her ears, or the scars on her body. She can change the color of her right eye, but her left eye remains unchanged for the fact that she is blind in that eye. Because she is a half-breed, she is considered mentally unstable. Caught between the world of the sadistic Volduz, and the wise Kitsune, she is plagued with a whirlwind of Kitsune emotions versus the Volduz instinct to kill. On occasion her Volduz half will take over, and she becomes homicidal and enjoys torturing her victims, hearing their screams of pain and mercy. But because of her Kitsune half she has emotions that stop her from doing this. That when she does commit such grotesque crimes guilt strikes her hard. Seeing another slaughter is enough for her sadistic mind to surface, her Kitsune mind naturally clashing with this, causing her pain and misery. But because of her Kitsune blood, she is able to eat food, not more than necessary but she can still eat, and is still immune to all types of cancer. Other diseases are a different story. ~..::Number of Tails::..~ Five ~..::Weapon(s) of Choice::..~ Customized gun. Special Spirit Sword. Being a techno-path, she uses technology (metal and electricity) as the deadliest weapons she may yield. ~..:: Occupation::..~ Traveler, Bounty Hunter(rarely), Treasure Hunter, Mechanic Marvealle has had many different occupations over the years. She opened a mechanics shop at a very young age of 13 years of age. After an unfortunate mishap that led her to have a mental breakdown, Marvealle traveled to another planet three years later when she was 16 years, changing her name and appearance and becoming an s-class bounty hunter. She kept that occupation for about six months before giving it up. She wanted a more peaceful life again. She then became a mechanic once more as well as a photographer in her spare time. Though she likes photography, she often picks up different occupations in each realm she travels to. That is, if she stays in them long enough ~..::Likes::..~ Computers, Robots, Cyborg parts, Rain, Thunder, motorcycles, ice cream, wolves, animals, nature, night sky, moon, stars, clouds, blue skies, traveling, power lines, electricity, lightning storms, inventing, experimenting, music of all sorts, romance, art, mystery, tragedy, photography ~..:: Dislikes::..~ Groups of people, most men, Large sums of money, Blackouts, Vegetables, the sun, lots of noise, makeup, being interrupted, phones, betrayal, rap music, morons, people who can't act their age when needed, most cartoons, the cold, pain, cooking, cleaning, spoiled people ~..::Abilities::..~ Marvealle’s abilities are that of a techno-path, and that is how she chooses to do battle. Many may see it as an unfair advantage to her, but she couldn’t care less. For Marvealle, a battle is a battle. Another part of Marvealle’s mutation is she has mastered the ability said to belong to the ancient foxes of the old days. She changes her appearance at will with the snap of a finger and within seconds. The only things that stay the same about her is her voice, her scars and the fox ears and tail she gained in an accident. Along with the rest of her abilities she can travel through the realms. This is not easy though, and she can only move to a different realm every twenty-four hours at the very least. ~..:: Personality::..~ Marvealle tends to keep to herself. She doesn’t mind helping people every once in a while, but hates doing everyone favors at the drop of a hat. Though she dreams of romance, she intentionally pushes men away with either her short temper or her calm and complicated insults. Her quiet and seemingly cold attitude makes people think many things about her that are normally not true. To most she is distant and nothing more but a mystery, that makes men tend to flock to her when she stops at the local tavern. ~..::History::..~ .:Early Years:. News went out one early winter morning. The daughter of one of the richest and most powerful families had been kidnapped for ransom. A whole month passed by and no onedid anything aboutthe poor girl. Only four years old. The family didn't seem to care fortheir daughter and refused to pay the ransom, but also never even tried to get their daughter back. The couple had been hardened by money and power. Nobody knew what happened to that poor girl, as she slowly faded away as if she never existed. On a late January evening a man, hugged his coat around his body tightly to keep himself warm from the cold. On his way home he passed the aley where the trash was piled up around a dumpster. The sound of a bark beckoned him towards the dumpster. Hearing the barks he dug into the trashbags at the top of the dumpster. Soon enough, somwhere near the bottom of the pile, lay a little girl the age of four or five years. Her wrists were bound behind her back and her legs were also bound together. Her body was covered in bruises and cuts. A cloth was tied tightly around her mouth and her hair was full of grease and dirt. Her skin was pale, and ice cold to the touch. Her clothes were nothing more than blood stained rags that weren't at all suited to protect a child this small from the cold. Tied to her back was what seemed to be her familiar, a little fox that was barking and wriggling. Saving the girl from her death of being pressed by the garbage truck he brought her back with him to his home. He watched as she grew older, and within only a few short years her mental stability began to weaken. And as her mental stability began to weaken a strange ability appeared from her. Nobody anywhere held this same strange ability, or really any special abilities. Old power like that was thought to have been lost on the old world…And for something this modern... It was strange. The man, who had become the girl's caretaker, being a scientist, couldn't even figure this out. Instead of trying to unlock the secrets he taught the girl how to control her abilities and then also noticed that she held amazing information that not many people knew. Years passed and the girl tested out of every form of schooling available. With the help of her caretaker she bought a building at ten years and then opened as a mechanics shop. .:Adolescence:. "How can I help you?" Marvealle said to the young man who had walked into the door, with her usual flat tone of voice. The almost emotionless stare she gave everything didn't change when she looked at the man. Who she automatically guessed him to be an annoyance. "Yes. Marvealle Kiiraia said she needed a partner." Marvealle grumbled. This man was an idiot. "I am Marvealle. You must be Duria Nidero." The man looked at Marvealle with disbelief. While Marvealle rolled her eyes at his stupidity. Marvealle pulled out a card, a hologram appeared with his name, picture, information, as well as a background check she had done on him. "You're late." She growled to him. "What? You said-" "I told you to show up at four. It's seven now. You better not make a habit out of this. Otherwise your pay will drop, and I don't show any mercy." "I can't believe this. I'm being scolded by a kid." "I suggest you watch you tounge Mr. Nidero. You wouldn't want to see what I can do to you." "Like you can scare me kid." Marvealle growled one more time. "Ok, I'll show you to your office, it's not very spacious since that isn't of much importance here." She hit a button on the pad next to the metal door and it slid open to the right. "In there. Do whatever you like with it. But later, for now I must show you how things work around here." Marvealle said hitting another button making the door close as she stuffed a peice of paper into Duria's hands. "These right here are for thumb prints. This machine here automatically checks for any forged documents. Over here are the tools... be careful with which ones you choose... This is obviously the front desk, here is where I keep the metals." "What about in here?" "Stay out of there! That, you are never to enter, under any circumstances! Unless I say otherwise, which is most likely not going to happen." "Ok! Jeeze calm down." "Oh, and here is a schedule of the hours. I expect you to be here on time." Duria took the small screen and tapped a few buttons on it with his finger. On the screen the schedule appeared. Monday: 12 o'clock noon - eleven pm Tuesday: seven am - eleven pm Wednsday: seven am - eleven pm Thursday: seven am - five pm Friday: 12 noon -five pm Saturday: 12 noon - five pm Sunday: 12 noon - five pm "Wow these are some damn odd hours." "Thank you Captain Obvious. Also, you do not have to worry about extra hours. I take care of opening and closing the shop every day." "....I see." Marvealle turned around to continue her work at the front desk with her computer. Duria smirked as she turned around and reached out, somehow getting his hand under her long dark coat and squeezing her butt. Almost immediatly Marvealle turned around, pulling a gun from her coat, as she growled and then shot Duria in the arm without hesitation. Duria staggered back from the unexpected pain. "What the hell was that for?!" He yelled out while cluthing his bleeding forearm. "I told you, that I shown no mercy. Why do you think I can't keep any partners." "Damn it, you bitch." "There are bandages and other essentials back in that room over there." Marveale just shrugged at the name calling and returned to the front desk. She placed one hand on the key board of the little computer, and began looking over the receit card while typing very quickly with only one hand. A prgoram pulled up that she used to keep track of profits, and quickly she typed in some numbers and letters under a graph. She looked to the screen, then nodded in approval. Meanwhile in the room Marvealle nodded towards, which turned out to be a bathroom, Duria had removed the bullet and bandaged his arm, looking at his reflection in the mirror, he spoke aloud. “This is going to be harder that I thought” During the first two months of her self employment she searched for an older partner, so she wouldn't seem as suspicious. It wasn't long before a man was hired by the name of Duria Nidero. She hated him deeply and came close to murdering during the two years of working together. She continued experimenting with many things as a bit of time passed. But during one experiment she somehow accidentally fused her DNA with her fox familiar, resulting in her cat-like eyes and fox ears and tail. .:Murder and Confinement:. At the end of the second year with him Duria revealed it was his family who kidnapped her years ago. "It was you!" Marvealle screamed out at Duria as she threw the wrench that was in her hand at him. Duria, not knowing Marvealle would react this way, ducked down, making the wrench hit the computer screen behind him. "It was you and your family! You kidnapped me for ransom. Then left me for dead in a dumpster!" It was you! This entire time you've been planning!" "N-no! It isn't like that now!" "Shut up you bastard! You've wanted to see my abilities! Then so be it." As Marvealle finished her words, bulges, or rather dents began appearing in the thick metal floor around her. The rest of the computer behind Duria exploded, making him jump forward. The metal floor gave way to the great force beneath it. The strange marking on Marvealle's body grew bright and gave off a dim white, light. Large cables and wires appeared from the ground, moving in the air as if alive. Duria pulled out his gun and shot a chain of bullets at the wires as they came at him. It wasn't long before he ran out of bullets and the multitudes of wires seized his arms and legs, lifting him up into the air. Wires also wrapped around his waist and neck. "Four years, of working with you. So many times. I've wanted to murder you. And now I can finally have the pleasure of your death." She smirked. "Wait! Marvealle! You don't want to- Ack!" His words were cut off when the wires tightened around his neck, then loosened. Marvealle laughed. "Please! Marvealle! I love you!" Duria called out to Marvealle. There was a moment of silence. Duria continued. "And Marvealle. I know you don't want to do this. Because I know you love me too. An-" Duria's words were stopped again by laughter coming from Marvealle. "You really think so?" Well Duria, despite what you may think, I've wanted to see you dead for years. But you can continue with your fantasy." "Don't lie! You kn-!" Immediatly Duria's left arm was torn off. "Do not try and change me Duria." Marvealle said as soon as Duria's screams had ceased. There was a pause and his right arm was torn off, followed by Durian's screams of pain. "It will only lead to your demise." Both his legs were torn off one after another. The only thing heard now were Durian's screams of agony. "You will be the first of your kind to fall by my hands. You will be the symbol of the new era for this planet." And with that, Duria's torso was ripped in half horizontally, then his head torn off. Marvealle crouched down and wiped some blood onto her finger, then licked it away as she walked out of the shop. The cables disapeared back into the ground. Marvealle walked into the large dome that was the largest metropolis on the planet. Smirking evilly, she looked to a group of humans who were staring at her. Immediately wires shot at them from any available source. Each one fell to the ground with a bloody thump. Some lay in the ground screaming and writhing in pain from being brutally torn apart, while others had been killed almost immediately. Marvealle walked through the huge area, screams of terror and pain filled the air within a mile of her. Blood practically soaked her, but she continued walking along as if she didn’t even notice what was going on around her. “FIRE!!” A man leading a group of military men called out. All the men shot chains of bullets at Marvealle, each man having the best accuracy. In the flurry of bullets it seemed that they had gotten Marvealle and killed her, no one missing, but when all the shots ceased, the bullets were all laying on the ground, as if simply deflected. Marvealle looked at the men, a sinister smile and an equally sadistic look in her eyes crossed her face. Suddenly each bullet around her shot up, and killed each of the men near her, most of the bullets merely brutalizing the bodies more. Hours passed, and the huge metropolis was empty, even the ones who had been hiding, were found and killed. The large dome surrounding the metropolis now had holes in it, from her unstoppable power. Sitting on the top of one of the largest buildings she looked at the blood covered streets, and dead bodies lying in their own blood. Blood still all over her she smirked. She was proud of her work. Suddenly she felt something encase her, and knock her off the building. Wires shot to her to tear the cloth from around her, but a shock of high voltage coursed through the cloth making her scream in pain and pass out. The wires that appeared, all fell limp. Marvealle awoke, suspended in the air somehow. A helmet on her head, cloth over her eyes, special wires suspending her from the ceiling and walls, and special cloth wrapped around her body. It was here that for the next three years that Marvealle would be put through agonizing torture and experiments. She escaped the containment building, killing everyone in that building. By the time that the mass murder was reported the Research Facility had been burned to the ground, and she had already stowed away in a cargo ship and was headed for another planet. Though the ship crashed on the new planet she would live on, she survived. During her escape she had acquired a cross scar across her eye. Her eye was severely damaged and she became blind in her left eye. .:Current:. She changed her appearance to its current form, and changed her name to Marvealle Kiiraia. Instead of opening another shop, she registered herself as bounty hunter. Over a short amount of time she gained the ranking of an S-Class Hunter. It wasn’t long, a mere six months, before Marvealle decided to change he occupation once more. Becoming a mechanic once more she also became a photographer in her spare time. For Marvealle mechanics was her life and was too simple for her for the most part. She enjoyed photography and the other forms of the arts. Marvealle keeps her emotions at a low level, afraid of losing control again like she did years ago. ~..::Favorite Songs::..~ Within Temptation – “Memories” Aerosmith – “I don’t Want to Miss a Thing” Wild ARMS 2 – “Resistance Line” Evangelion – “Fly Me to the Moon” Nightwish – “Beauty of the Beast” ~..::Writing::..~ Demon and the Tamer Raven Feathers Reaven Feathers part 2 ~..::Instruments::..~ Acoustic Guitar ~..::Theme Songs::..~ Disturbed – “Forsaken” (When she was younger) Within Temptation – “Julian (I’d Give My Heart)” Three Doors Down – “Let Me Go” (To people she mee

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